When you disappeared

III

Y/N POV

You decided it would be easier to stay with one of your brothers to take your mind off the fact Phil had just mysteriously vanished.

Clearly you shouldn't stay with Techno because even though he tried to pretend it didn't bother him, it was blatantly obvious that it did.

Wilbur was sitting on a sofa in the living room, tuning his guitar.

You found that noise rather irritating and decided to leave Wilbur to his own devices.

And of course, Tubbo had arrived and him and Tommy were running around outside, apparently busy.

So there wasn't actually anyone to stay with and you weren't quite ready to sacrifice your ears to Wilbur and his music.

Tommy had said Phil would want to be back for Tubbo but he wasn't and you were beginning to become even more aprehensive than before.

You heard the shrill sounding doorbell and you rushed to the door hoping it was Phil.

It wasn't.

There was no one there.

You gritted your teeth, turning to leave, when you notice a small slip of slightly yellowing paper on the doormat at your feet.

You pick it up, studying the unfamiliar writing in a language you didn't know.

Frowning, you called for your brothers.

"Techno! Wil? Guys come here!" You called.

Apparently, they didn't hear so you sighed and wandered back into the kitchen to see Wilbur lying on his back on the floor, his guitar discarded.

He looked over at you, a smile threatening the corners of his mouth.

"Why are you lying on the floor...?" You look down at him, holding out a hand to help him up.

"Techno told me to lie on the floor and stop playing guitar or he'd stab me and I've already had to save Tommy's life and I'd rather not have wasted my time" He brushes himself down, noticing the paper in your hand.

He grabbed it, ignoring your protests, and started squinting at it.

"What language is it?" He waves the note at Techno, who glances at them through the glass doors.

"I was hoping you would know" Wilbur let go of the paper and you darted to grab it before it fell all the way.

"What's so important about it anyways. And where d'you find it?" He gives you a funny look before actually picking up his guitar because if he left it on the floor, Techno would probably stamp on it and blame it on the voices in his head, as per usual.

"Well, I found it on the doorstep although I'm not quite sure how it got there. I just heard the doorbell and that was there" You look pointedly at the note as the glass door slides open and Techno comes in.

"Why aren't you on the floor?" Techno comments.

Wilbur shrugged.

"Techno do you speak any languages, if not, we're fucked since i highly doubt Tommy does and I'm not going to ask him for the sake of my dignity" You frown at the paper, passing it to Techno, studying his face which, much to your disappointment, became rather serious.

"No I don't know what this says" He replies, handing back the note.

"Wait! I know someone who might!"

Author notes

SHSDHSJSHD HELLO

So it's here

Just wanna say i won't be updating on the weekends purely because i refuse to write on my ipad 

Anyways! Who could it be???